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Dialogue: 0,0:00:00.00,0:00:03.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}{\b1}CAPTIONED ONLY FROM 50:43 TO END OF VIDEO{\b0}{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:50:45.78,0:50:51.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,-[narrator] It's a self-portrait\Nunlike any painted before.
Dialogue: 0,0:50:51.16,0:50:53.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Usually when artists\Nlooked in the mirror,
Dialogue: 0,0:50:53.15,0:50:55.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,they liked\Nwhat they saw,
Dialogue: 0,0:50:55.02,0:50:58.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and what they saw were men,\Nyoung or old,
Dialogue: 0,0:50:58.01,0:51:00.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,whose features were\Nennobled by their calling
Dialogue: 0,0:51:00.74,0:51:05.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to bring virtue, beauty,\Nand grace into the world.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:05.24,0:51:07.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, look at Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:10.05,0:51:17.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A decapitated head is Goliath,\Nbloody, grotesque, a monster.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:18.72,0:51:23.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In {\i1}The Beheading of John the Baptist,{\i0}\Nevil was done by other people.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:23.80,0:51:29.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here it's Caravaggio who's\Nthe embodiment of wickedness.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:29.52,0:51:32.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In this victory\Nof virtue over evil,
Dialogue: 0,0:51:32.33,0:51:34.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,David is supposed to be\Nthe center of attention,
Dialogue: 0,0:51:34.96,0:51:39.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but have you ever seen\Na less jubilant victor?
Dialogue: 0,0:51:39.49,0:51:43.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,On his sword is inscribed\N{\i1}humilitas occidit superbiam,{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:51:43.60,0:51:46.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"humility conquers pride,"
Dialogue: 0,0:51:46.18,0:51:50.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a battle that's been fought out\Ninside Caravaggio's head
Dialogue: 0,0:51:50.30,0:51:54.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,between the two sides of\Nthe painter portrayed here.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:56.24,0:51:59.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's the devout,\Ncourageous David Caravaggio,
Dialogue: 0,0:51:59.16,0:52:03.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and then there's the criminal sinner,\NGoliath Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:52:03.63,0:52:06.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"I know who I've been,"\Nsays a pathetic head,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:06.85,0:52:11.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,unable to look us in the eyes.\N"I know what I've done."
Dialogue: 0,0:52:11.16,0:52:15.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a desolate vision,\Noffered to us in utter blackness.
Dialogue: 0,0:52:15.60,0:52:17.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No virtue,\Nno grace,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:17.99,0:52:22.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,just the dark truth in the\Ninside of Caravaggio's head,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:22.10,0:52:24.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,flooded with tragic\Nself-knowledge.
Dialogue: 0,0:52:24.80,0:52:26.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[♪ pensive music ♪]
Dialogue: 0,0:52:44.83,0:52:48.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For me, the power of his art\Nis the power of truth,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:48.34,0:52:51.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not least about ourselves.
Dialogue: 0,0:52:51.08,0:52:54.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For if we're ever to have\Na chance of redemption,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:54.38,0:52:57.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it must begin with an act\Nof recognition that in all of us,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:57.92,0:53:00.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the Goliath competes\Nwith the David.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:04.53,0:53:08.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In July 1610, Caravaggio\Nrolled up his paintings
Dialogue: 0,0:53:08.95,0:53:13.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and set sail for Naples,\Nfinally heading home.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:13.37,0:53:17.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[♪ hopeful music ♪ ]
Dialogue: 0,0:53:17.76,0:53:22.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Sailing north, his boat stopped\Nat the tiny harbor of Palo,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:22.25,0:53:24.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on the coast\Njust west of Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:24.64,0:53:26.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[door clangs shut]
Dialogue: 0,0:53:28.94,0:53:33.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here the local captain of the guard\Neither hadn't heard about his pardon,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:33.46,0:53:36.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or mistook him\Nfor some other fugitive.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:36.31,0:53:39.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Either way,\Nhe's thrown in jail.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:39.35,0:53:42.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,By the time he's managed\Nto pay his way out,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:42.33,0:53:45.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his boat has sailed off\Nalong with his paintings,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:45.88,0:53:48.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his offering to Borghese.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:48.24,0:53:50.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[♪ somber chorus ♪]
Dialogue: 0,0:53:55.46,0:53:59.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Desperate to catch up with his ship\Nwith its precious cargo,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:59.50,0:54:03.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio sets off north\Ntowards Porto Ercole,
Dialogue: 0,0:54:03.34,0:54:05.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a hundred kilometers\Nthrough the malarial
Dialogue: 0,0:54:05.67,0:54:08.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,infested swamp country,\Nthe Maremma.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:08.39,0:54:09.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[♪ grim music ♪]
Dialogue: 0,0:54:36.22,0:54:39.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here, the final disaster awaited.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:39.84,0:54:42.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In a pathetic attempt\Nto hail a ship,
Dialogue: 0,0:54:42.38,0:54:45.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio starts\Nrunning along the beach
Dialogue: 0,0:54:45.20,0:54:49.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,under the broiling July sun\Nbefore collapsing in the sand.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:49.98,0:54:53.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,By now he's suffering\Nfrom a raging fever,
Dialogue: 0,0:54:53.26,0:54:56.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and is taken to a local\Nmonastic hospital.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:56.32,0:54:59.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There, according to a\Ncontemporary report,
Dialogue: 0,0:54:59.75,0:55:06.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,without the aid of God or man,\Nhe died, as miserably as he'd lived.
Dialogue: 0,0:55:06.01,0:55:07.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[♪ grim music ♪]
Dialogue: 0,0:55:41.38,0:55:43.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[no spoken audio]
Dialogue: 0,0:55:52.59,0:55:54.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,-Nooo!
Dialogue: 0,0:55:57.09,0:56:01.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,-It's sometime later that the\NPope's nephew, Scipione Borghese,
Dialogue: 0,0:56:01.33,0:56:07.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,finally receives the paintings with which\NCaravaggio had hoped to win his pardon.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:07.83,0:56:10.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Cardinal finds himself\Nface to face with the picture
Dialogue: 0,0:56:10.84,0:56:14.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of the painter\Nas the slain Goliath.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:14.96,0:56:17.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Cardinal\Nisn't used to this.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:17.14,0:56:19.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Artists have been\Ngiven their gift by God
Dialogue: 0,0:56:19.71,0:56:22.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to bring beauty\Ninto the world,
Dialogue: 0,0:56:22.12,0:56:25.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to put mortal creatures in touch\Nwith their higher selves.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:25.90,0:56:28.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That's the way\Nit was supposed to be,
Dialogue: 0,0:56:28.46,0:56:32.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but Caravaggio never did anything\Nthe way it was supposed to be.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:32.71,0:56:37.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Here I am," says this dead face,\Nwhich seems still alive.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:37.25,0:56:41.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"They said whoever delivers\Nmy head will get a reward.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:41.07,0:56:45.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Well, I'm turning myself in.\NWill that do?
Dialogue: 0,0:56:45.28,0:56:49.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Can I have my reward?\NCan I have my pardon?"
Dialogue: 0,0:56:49.56,0:56:54.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Sorry," says the Cardinal.\N"So sorry-- you're too late."
Dialogue: 0,0:56:55.01,0:56:57.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[♪ pensive music ♪]